give me a kiss with a fist [ john&mihira ]

[Captain John Hart]

Monday August 2nd, 2010 [ John & Mihira ] continued from here

[Captain John Hart]

as they walked through this absolutely shit hole, well tunnel thing, john realized suddenly that people are like boxes. some are soggy, boring, useless and make a damned mess on your boots. then there are the stiff, dry sort with no other purpose than to be filled with things to feel like a box and not just an object. plus there were the kind that were all beat the hell up, the sides caving in but they still insisted on trying to stay being a box. then there were the tiny ones that you could not fit anything in because they were so fucking tiny. mihira was the last kind. for sure. he was none of those. bloody fucking hell be wasn't going to refer to himself as a box, idiot. but if he were one, he would be a giant box with colorful stickers all over it with a couple strippers popping out the top covered all over with whipped cream and it would also have something red. red is a nice color, yes. john could be a box maybe but a damned good one at that. miss blue would be a tiny box with nothing on the inside. it made so much more sense then all that boring ramble that genius had to say about her. it was john, your respected captain who knew her best. two peas in a pod, they were. because really, when it comes down to it, they are both just fucking boxes in the end. sure this probably was not the most common way to look at it, but he thought it made a whole ton of sense. people were just idiots. they can not see past their petty little problems and troubles to see that the world is one giant, empty, abandoned warehouse. full of stuff that no one wants and the universe is constantly looking for ways to get rid of.

it wasn't until john has finished this little bit of enlightenment in his head that john noticed they had stopped moving. mihira had been a little bit ahead, and he had just be mindlessly following her, doing everything but skipping and whistling like a child following his mum on the way to the store. but for some reason, the woman had decided to stop. weren't they supposed to be doing something? going somewhere? whatever. she was probably broken and he didn't do it. he did not make any move to try to get her going again, because why? she was fun just to look at. in fact, half the time they had been down here he had just been studying her suit looking for a zipper. why? because how or where does that come off? surely that was not her skin... was it? john smirked. he had seen worse.

then she started to move again, making him sigh heavily, letting the air escape through his nose since his mouth was still tightly closed with a sneer. maybe there was no zipper or buttons or whatever the fuck. maybe you had to rip it off. wouldn't that be fun? john was tempted, not going to lie, he had been thinking about doing it on and off for the entire time he had seen her. but lord would it be boring. she would just stand there, staring at him like a fucking toy. that was no fun at all. he would have to teach her the reigns, or something like that. surely she had some sort of life in her. it just was not possible that there wasn't. with that thought, and a frown, he decided to test this theory. taking a few quicker steps, he caught up close enough to her to reach up from behind her and basically squeeze her chest. would she react? john had just grabbed her for like two seconds but for some reason, people would always get bothered about a little moment's exploration. still, he would bet the five quid he took from that skinny blond girl's purse that mihira would not even do anything. or maybe just look at him with those creepy ass eyes. or ask a question. but, this was for science after all.

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